This is the leanest period of blogs from me since I began. I just noticed that I’ve barely put up a blog a month since the blizzard posts from DC. I promise I will get back to more regular posts soon. Honestly, it’s just been a very deep immersion of a book for some reason. It’s hard to live in this world and in that one, and the book wins every time.
Walking, walking. I’m nearly finished with revisions on HOW TO BAKE A PERFECT LIFE, which is out December 28, and am trying to inch up the walking miles every week to be ready for the trip to Spain. Last night, walking around my neighborhood, listening to Enya on the iPod, I could feel all the annoyances and irritations of the day dripping from the ends of my fingers. I was roaringly irritable for no particular reason (except that I am a wee bit ready for a vacation), and rather than be a grouch, I took myself out for a walk around my neighborhood. There’s a 2-6 mile loop I can adapt to time/circumstances. Some of it wanders by homes, and some through fields, and one long stretch along a drainage ditch surrounded by trees and grass, where backyards butt up against the easement. It’s a dog-walking neighborhood, and a teenagers walking neighborhood, and a jogging neighborhood, thought that seems to happen more in the morning.
Last night, the sunset arrived at the tail end of my 90 minutes ambling, and it seemed to last forever. At first, there where whimsical purple fishes swimming through coral skies, and then snakes and eels, and spaceships coming to earth. It is a vast, vast sky, and I succumbed to taking pictures. Here are a couple of them:
The Maxfield Parrish sky:
Finally, this one is from one of my favorite apps in recent weeks, the Hipstamatic, which produces old-school looking shots. Like this one of the sand in the park:
What sort of artist’s dates are you giving yourself these days?